January 2012
9 posts
I want a dog. Someone buy me a place to live where...
I was supposed to have the first five pages of a...
I knew this class was a great idea.
Ugh.
“Oh, God that I were a man! I would eat his heart in the marketplace!”
– Shakespeare, Beatrice in Much Ado About Nothing (via madeofflecksoflight)
December 2011
6 posts
Also, mandolin players are hot. Just saying.
2 tags
BARBARA COOK WHY ARE YOU SO WISE?
3 tags
Meryl Streep and Yo-Yo Ma are sitting next to each...
So much talent, in such close proximity. I can’t even handle it.
Once upon a time
I waltzed in the middle of the street with someone I’m not in love with, and he wasn’t (and isn’t) in love with me, and I think it was the most perfect thing I’ve ever experienced because it wasn’t anything but fun and silly and a little scary and it didn’t (and doesn’t) mean anything and we never really talk, he and I, and we’ll probably never waltz...
Things That Make Rebecca Return to Tumblr:
Palmdale
I tell my grandpa about my first official paying gig.
My grandpa asks if I’m planning on getting married when I graduate.
Merry Christmas.
November 2011
2 posts
“In the dark times, will there also be singing?
Yes, there will be singing...”
– Motto by Bertolt Brecht (via coherentexistence)
Day One in Palmdale:
My mom spotted my tattoo.
It can only get better from here.
October 2011
6 posts
Letting People Take Advantage of You
Is the apparent theme of my week.
"When I say I want Mexican food, I really mean I...
“When someone you love dies, and you’re not expecting it, you don’t lose her all...”
– A Prayer for Owen Meany by John Irving (via coherentexistence)
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September 2011
9 posts
4 tags
3 tags
The truth is, the truth is, the truth is
truth, truth, truth.
To whoever stole the ring my sister gave me out of...
And thereby robbed me not only of a highly sentimental possession, but also of the very comforting ability to continuously spin it around my finger in times of stress/anxiety:
I still hate you.
Posting this for the second time because I can't...
Frederic. Julia’s good. She mustn’t be hurt!
Jeanette. And I know that my hurt is too new, it doesn’t carry the same weight. I know it’s my memory that must fade like an old photograph, getting fainter and fainter day after day. I know there’s got to come a day when you won’t remember any more exactly what my eyes are like- you’ve hardly looked at them. And then another day, the day Julia’s...
There is a reason why I hate facebook chat and...
August 2011
1 post
"Mamie"
Mamie beat her head against the bars of a little Indiana town and dreamed of romance and big things off somewhere the way the railroad trains all ran. She could see the smoke of the engines get lost down where the streaks of steel flashed in the sun and when the newspapers came in on the morning mail she knew there was a big Chicago far off, where all the trains ran. She got tired of the barber...
July 2011
4 posts
Thank God for White Boards.
I haven’t spoken a single word out loud since 10:01am on Monday morning.
jkj8qyhdgadv.
June 2011
3 posts
Lin Manuel Miranda and Sondheim and marriage... →
dotseurat:
SO MUCH LOVE.
“It’s called flowers wilt,
It’s called apples rot,
It’s called theives get rich...”
– Stephen Sondheim (Merrily We Roll Along)
May 2011
3 posts
Happy Birthday, Mr. Bob Dylan, sir.
April 2011
14 posts
And we're off.
Here goes nothing.
boxcars boxcars boxcars: Mad Girl's Love Song -... →
migrantsinafeverland:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.)
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And…
YOUR vs. YOU'RE
It’s worse than nails on a chalk board. It’s worse than car alarms that go off for hours in the middle of the night right outside YOUR window. It makes me want to pull my hair out and then DIE.
Don’t, don’t, don’t fuck them up. GAH.
And sometimes, even when there is no room at all,...
And fuck you over.